Seventeen Years A Song by Ratatat & Young Churf en.wikipedia.org I've been rapping for about seventeen years, okay? I don't write my stuff anymore, I just kick it from my head, you know what I'm saying? I can do that. No disrespect— But that's how I am Everything has been composed experienceskill
And thus the heart will break They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall: The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the ruined wall Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone; The bars survive the captive they enthral; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun; And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage SceneryA little act of hope timelovemelancholyi